Sitting in a low-lit lofted espresso cafe in Mexico City, I was finding some pacing in toying with something on Ableton.

Recently I’ve been in a very specific place of not-in-the-new-chapter, but also not out of the last entirely—although very close; in transition.

I decided to up and leave it all behind to come to Mexico— at least for the time being— as I know that this place isn’t permanent for me, especially since immigration only stamped me 30 days.